The human eye sees,the finger moves,
the shutter eye blinks behind its cold lens and light explodes against the film.
Then the moment is gone...

But locked now in chemical memory is a recollection of it, a fragment of time waiting to be coaxed back into two-dimensional existence, a paper thin proof that something happened, that somebody was. Surely there is a little more to most photography than that-a chain of simple, physical events triggered by a brain's desire to make the time stand still. Yet, beyond the simplicity of its making, the image fixed by man and camera burns with a meaning and an immortality of its own.....